Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Monday, March 31, 2014

Musical Monday



The rules of MUSICAL MONDAY are easy:

1. Post a song of your choice under the MUSICAL MONDAY title.
2. If the song you post is not an original song, make sure credit is given to the artist.
3. Write something about your song choice. It doesn't have to be long. Just a short written glimpse inside your head to accompany your musical one will suffice.
3. Post a link back to MILDRED RATCHED MEMOIRS somewhere in your post so others can find there way here.
4. Post a comment here indicating that you're participating so Mildred and others can visit you and listen to our selection.
5. Have fun and help make Monday a musical place to be!

Let's hope this works.....

Agadoo....performed by Black Lace, found on You Tube

okay, it looks very small, I hope you can all see it. 
I chose this because it is silly and fun and I remember my kids all dancing around in the family room whenever it was played. 

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Sunday Selections # 165



Welcome back to Sunday Selections!

This once-a- week-meme was originally begun by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, as a way to showcase some of the many photos we all take, but don't get around to showing on our blogs.

The rules are very simple:-
1. post photos of your choice, old or new, under the Sunday Selections title
2. link back to me, River, somewhere in your post
3. leave me a comment so that I know you've joined in and can come over and see what you've posted.
4. hop on over to TheElephant’s Child to see more of her wonderful photos.

Kath and Andrew often join in as well, although Kath has been quite busy lately and unable to join us.
There are several other semi-regular participants now though:
Jackie K at WorkingThrough It

I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I'm continuing with some photos I took on my walkabout.  

looking back towards Adelaide city centre as I walk across the Albert Bridge and head into North Adelaide.

another city view, but I can't quite remember where I was when I took this. Possibly somewhere along War Memorial Drive.

after wandering around and finding the horses featured in yesterday's post, I sat and looked at our Adelaide Hills, close enough to make out a few buildings, yet far enough away over park lands and Eastern suburbs to appear hazy in the sunshine. 

got a little bit of horse blanket in this one.

I'd been wandering around for four hours without realising it, then on my way back to a bus stop, I took cloud photos.

smaller clouds in front of larger ones

does that one close to the centre look like a flying pig to anyone else? 
And the one to the right like a dancing pig? Up on his hind legs, chest puffed out? 

here's a close up of the feathery bits.

I also found some lovely old chimneys with chimney pots. I'll feature those next Sunday, just for Jayne.









Saturday, March 29, 2014

me and my camera, we've been out walking

And look what we found!

horses!

more horses...
a shiny black horse..
this one seemed to be the youngest, now and again scampering about like a foal.

and I think this was the oldest.

a few had coats on

this one looked like she might be coming over to say hello, but she changed her mind

these are all in a horse agistment paddock in one of the parklands surrounding our city.
I hadn't known it even existed so I'm glad I went walkabout for the day.






Friday, March 28, 2014

Wednesday's Words on a Friday



On Wednesdays, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, has a meme which she calls

“Words for Wednesday”.

She puts up a selection of six words which we then use in a short story, or a poem.

I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.

It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?

This week's words are:

1. cardboard
2. variety
3. raspberry
4. trounced
5. inflamed
6. gangrene

aaand...... 

1. frenetic
2. feisty
3. fiendish
4. fabulous
5. fairy
6. fragrant

Here is my story:

As a child, Cordelia Silkie had been stubborn and strong willed. That is one determined child, her mother would say, her Dad called her feisty.
She would lead her younger siblings with fiendish glee into all kinds of minor troubles and fabulous adventures. Like the time they had all sat in trees along Watson Avenue and dropped water balloons on the heads of people walking by.......

Once she became a teenager, the frenetic pace of life in the Silkie household increased exponentially. Not only were the siblings involved in a variety of experiences new to them, but there were the boyfriends as well. Cordelia seemed to have an army of them, taking her out for ice-cream, going to the movies, holding study afternoons when there was to be a test at school the next day.

The younger children looked on in awe as Cordelia ruled the roost. She knew what she wanted and somehow always managed to get it. 
Not that she was selfish or mean in any way; Cordelia simply mapped out her life, then forged ahead with those plans. 

In grade five she had been determined to be the Fairy Queen in the class play, with bouquets of fragrant roses pinned to the skirts of her costume and by the end of term, Mrs Clarkson had been convinced that Cordelia was the best person for the role. 
In the spelling bees, Cordelia had continually trounced her rivals for top place all year.

By the end of high school and throughout college, Cordelia's plan had been to marry Angelo Carmine.

This attitude to life was now playing a part in keeping her spirits up and making little jokes with the nurses.

Cordelia, known as Grandma Silkie, (although her name was now Carmine), was 75 years old, sitting by the bed of her husband Angelo, watching as his chest rose and fell, rose and fell, while machines beeped and hummed on the other side. The heart monitor showed a steady pattern while maintaining a constant blip, blip, blip, sound which was immensely reassuring.

Angelo had been gardening in the zucchini patch and somehow managed to hack into his foot with the hoe, while Cordelia was away visiting Nicholas and the newest great grandbaby, Daniel. By the time she came home three days later, the wound was badly inflamed and festering; they'd had a furious argument about why hadn't he immediately gone to see the doctor and why hadn't he been wearing his boots?

"It's just a cut, it will get better soon," Angelo insisted. He'd always had a not-quite-fear of doctors, saying all they ever wanted to do was sell you pills and stick you with needles unnecessarily. 
The next day, Cordelia was alarmed at how black his toes were looking and began to worry about gangrene. Angelo had woken up feverish and feeling quite ill; he could no longer deny the need for a doctor. Cordelia drove him to the emergency department at the hospital.

After a very short examination, Dr Johns had called for a gurney and Angelo had been taken to an operating theatre. Cordelia had been right to worry, Angelo's toes were a lot worse off than he'd thought. Two of them had been amputated to save the rest of the foot; now Angelo was in this tiny recovery room, hooked up to machines while Cordelia sat quietly waiting for him to wake up. 

Dr Johns had been in a few minutes earlier and spoken to her about antibiotics and how to care for the foot once Angelo was home again. Cordelia had taken notes and determined that this time, Angelo would be following doctor's orders, right down to the smallest detail. 

While she thought about the telling-off he was going to get from her, Cordelia picked up the large cardboard box of chocolates her daughters Angela and Georgina had brought in.
The panicked looks on their faces at the thought of losing their Dad, all because he was too stubborn to seek help, had quickly been replaced by relief when hearing that Angelo was going to be fine. His heart and lungs were strong and he should wake up from the anaesthetic in another hour or so. 

Cordelia rummaged through the variety of chocolates in the box and selected her favourite, a raspberry cream.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

wanna see some knives?

Remember I've recently bought a knife sharpener.....

these are my knives. chop, slice, dice....

the ones I paid serious money for, (not too serious, they were at a half price sale)

the first four are the same brand, but not a set. I chose individually according to my needs, the block wasn't bought until a year later, I just liked it better than the original angled block I had.
That little knife on the end is a different brand,

a finely serrated tomato knife.

the bread knife is the only one still carrying the brand on its blade.

it's been scrubbed or worn off all the other blades. I've had these since 1996-7.
And never sharpened them.
now for my favourites....

the cheap cleavers/choppers I bought at an Asian supermarket. Seriously cheap. Bought in 1998, the biggest one was just over $3, the third one in line was $2.50 if I remember correctly.

oooh, shiny. I like the cute little mini chopper, I don't use it much, mostly for cutting cheese into cubes.

on the small blade, (not the mini one) the stamp reads made in Thailand, that's something I never noticed until recently. Up until now I've called them my Chinese blades, but they're clearly not.

Here they are again. The curved one at the front, 28cm, blade 16cm x 4.5cm, is my favourite, it's small and balances nicely in my hand. I use it for small or soft vegetables like beans, broccoli and for fruit. The one at the back is bigger, slightly curved, 31cm, blade 18.5cm x 6cm and I use it for chopping harder vegetables, potatoes, carrots, onions...and slicing fat off meat before cooking.
The biggest one, square 31cm, blade 19cm x 6.2cm(okay, rectangle) under the others, is for slicing through a pizza, also for chopping chickens into parts; it chops through the bones quite easily.

I hadn't sharpened them since I bought them and they still cut well, but now that I've sharpened them I can really feel the difference.

and finally...

my steak knives. Not part of a set, bought individually, I only have two. Because they weren't cheap, even on sale. $8. Each. They are 25cm long with the serrated tip blades being 12.2cm long and 2.8cm wide. I think it was 2004 when I bought them.
Very sharp. Very, very, sharp. I don't eat steak often so these haven't needed sharpening yet.
They're chunky, a decent weight and very comfortable in the hand.

I have other knives, but we all know what table cutlery looks like so there's no photos of those. 








Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Whimsical Wednesday # 116


Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday!

The day for your googled giggle that gets you over the hump that is Wednesday and sliding down into the weekend.


skirts all round! 

Monday, March 24, 2014

I'm annoyed

Seriously annoyed.   Pissed off even.

At my fingers.
Toes too, but I don't need those to type or make coffee....

I have arthritis in several hand joints, all three knuckles of both thumbs, the end knuckle of my middle finger, (right hand) and the big knuckle where the pointer fingers join the hands.
Most of the time they don't bother me, apart from a twinge to let me know I should be careful how I use them.
Today, I woke up with swelling and hot pain in the middle finger joint. The end one right down by the fingernail, the one that gets bent the most when doing things like typing, gripping a jar to open a lid, stirring a cup of coffee......things you don't even notice when the pain isn't there.

Put the kybosh on all of today's plans that's for sure.
I did my Tai Chi class and the damn finger hurt every time I moved my hand.
The middle two toes on my right foot said please go home and lie down. I ignored them.

But I'd also planned on chopping vegetables and making soup for dinner. Maybe I'd even mix up that cake mix I'd found in the pantry.
Well, that's not happening.  Dinner will be a frozen pizza baked without all the extra toppings because I can't chop them today. The soup will get made next weekend. Cake? Meh, who needs cake?

What has caused this flare up?
Not sure about the toes, but I strongly suspect the hand washing I did is the cause of the finger pain.
I soaked and scrubbed a couple of t-shirts that had deodorant stains under the arms and cooking oil splatters on the fronts. They're old shirts and I could probably toss them in the rag bag, but they're comfortable and favourites. And I prefer them clean.
*Sigh*